voice

If I Am Gone by Phillip J Rhoades poetry reading in a demon voice.

Lips like a kiss
The top like wings
of a burgundy moth
fluttering in the
gentle twilight wind
of your voice

Her spine bent back
Like a reed
Before the will and weight
of passions
Made supple
By eyes like rain
And a voice
Of autumn storm

Speak
Say it
With a sweaty voice
With heat in your eyes
Fire in your throat
Say it
That you desire me
To look upon you
And consume all
Say it
And with a deep growl
I will look into you
And you will be devoured
Speak